I will always remember that butterfly, and that once in a lifetime event, as described in today's poem.
I remember precisely the hillside on which I was sitting when the butterfly found me.
I had been mowing the grounds of a friend's summer home in Southern Ohio. It was a hot, steamy day. The mower had become balky, so I decided we both needed a rest ... a bit of cooling off.
I was just sitting there, hoping for a bit of breeze, when it happened. But let's let the poem tell what occurred:
BUTTERFLY
I remember sitting
so still, feeling
the sweat trickling
down my back, beading
along my forearms,
a touch like
an angel's breath
when a butterfly
fluttered down
onto my sunburned
hand and sat there
for the longest time
before sipping
that moisture born
of hard labor, then
lifted lightly off, wafted
away like a dream.
©
1996(originally published in Read, America!)
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Today's word:
waftedAfterthoughts ... in response to your comments:
Thank you, Marti, for that comment! When someone says what you did, then I know I've really succeeded ... but I always say, too, that what the reader brings to the poem is so important. I'm delighted for the understanding you brought ... and I hope that made it a pleasant interlude on a wintery day.
Thank you so much, Southernmush, for sharing that encounter with that small yellow butterfly ... that sends my memory flying back to summers long ago ... and I'm always delighted when I'm part of your day ... especially when you share your thoughts with us. Best wishes.
2 comments:
I felt like I was there
Marti
Hello Mr. Brimm,
I wanted to share something with you. Today while I was out with my mom and my oldest niece we were in the car and I noticed out the window...a small yellow butterfly that was flying around and I thought of you and this poem. Thanks for sharing this. You were a part of my day Mr. Brimm
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